in the corner of my soul there is a little black box with a broken latch.
it is filled of the things that no one wants to see or hear about.
i'm not sure how the latch was broken.
on top of the box i have stacked hundreds of books.
every now and then i take each book off the stack slowly,
open the box quickly
and stuff something else inside.
then i quickly rebuild the stack that helps hold it shut.
today's item is labelled:
"forbidden desire"
